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ccstlavie replied to your post: im coming back for sammy xd

// UR BACK!!!! WE NEED 2 THREAD SOMETIME TOO

ayyayaya if u want 2 u can always make an intro and i willr eply ;)

@ccstlavie // “noteless” starter !!! // accepting

IT WAS GOING TO BE A BUSY DAY between classes and club meetings and his new girlfriend . light really was getting sick of pretending to be chipper every damned day . the king of campus needed his coffee . he turned into the cafe and , thankfully , the line wasn ‘ t too long .

“ large iced coffee , please ? ” he asked as he approached the counter , smile firmly plastered onto his face . “ with t w o -- ” he held up two fingers , “ shots of espresso . ”

#ccstlavie #** queue

@ccstlavie // mello &. nisemono // starter call !!!

HE JUST WANTED HOT CHOCOLATE - not a long line of caffeine addicts he had to wait behind . really , he had a fucking gun - albeit a hidden one - why wouldn ‘ t they hurry the fuck up ? a snarl built in the back of his throat , but he forced it down - he didn ‘ t need to draw more attention to himself .

when he finally got to the front of the line he flashed a glare at the poor guy who had to take his order . “ hot chocolate , the biggest size you can manage , ” he said , not faltering in his glare - he was aware how strange it sounded , a guy dressed like him asking for such a drink - matt would laugh , if he ‘ d let the 8 - bit bastard come inside - but he didn ‘ t care . mello wanted his chocolate . he wanted it yesterday . “ and make it quick , i don ‘ t have time to be waiting around . ”

#ccstlavie #** interactions // mello #none of my muses are that strong...#but i haven't written mello so here ya go #** queue

💌 you already know wtf is going on B^)

words behind our backs — @ccstlavie — accepting.

💌 for a letter my muse would write to yours.

“Dear you-know-who (because I don’t remember your name, I’m so sorry), I think we’ve met what? Two times in my life so far? And despite my memory being crappy, shitty, and completely uncooperative, I know you. In a way. I don’t really have a clue about what you look like, what you’re called or what you do, but I remember a few things related to you that are botheringly vivid. And it’s weird. My condition is basically incurable, all I can do is hold back flashbacks from haunting me at random times with medication, but there are moments in which I see something and I instantly think of what I have left of you---the idea, sensations that you gave me---without even knowing you. Or, rather. I do technically know you. But I forgot. It’s my fault, it’s not that you’re forgettable: if you were, I probably wouldn’t remember those few moments we shared together. Coffee, warmth, bitterness: these are the perceptions I can clearly remember, all while really not putting together who you actually are. Look, it’s annoying. It seriously is. But I guess my life would be far too easy if it weren’t this way, wouldn’t it? The more I think about these feelings, the more I remember small tibids related to them. Who knows, maybe we went out for a coffee, maybe we hugged, maybe we---did something else? It’s a disaster. I don’t even know why I’m writing this, because I don’t know who you are. Your name, whatever. All those are far memories. The only stuff that stuck to me is... sensations... and a vague feeling of guilt garnished with a little bit of sadness. One thing I can very clearly remember is that I’ve been missing a jacket ever since I’ve met you. I can only assume that you have it, that I trusted you with it: hopefully you have a better memory than mine. I’m not expecting you in any way to return it to me, that’d be... stupid, but I hope you’re taking good care of it. It was a gift after all, am I wrong? This got long and messy and it’s incoherent. I’m sorry. I’ll just stop here.Kaede”

“...” Silence follows as soon as she places the pen on the wooden surface, and her eyes are stuck on the paper she’s just finished writing. This is stupid, she muses. Absolutely idiotic. Why the hell did I do this?, she carries on, and her brows eventually furrow in frustration. Soon enough fingers raise to pinch the space between her eyebrows. “For someone I don’t even remember,” Kaede mutters to herself, eventually letting go with her fingers to get ahold of the cup of coffee nearby instead. “I don’t even know them. What the fuck.” the frustrated huff is almost immediately followed by a choked snort, which is amused and embarassed all the same. “And I thought I had already sunk low.” Her glance lays itself on the cursed “letter” once again. A sip of coffee. An hand reaches out, grabs it, she scans through the words once more, and then she slaps it front-down on the desk. Without thinking, her legs spring up and lead her towards the balcony.

“...As if. As if. As if,” she keeps repeating herself as she lights a cigarette on.

#kaede || thread.#911 im dead #sealed with wax || asks.#WE'RE OFF TO A WONDERFUL START HERE #ccstlavie

is st. more of a planner, or someone who does things in the moment?

aaaa thanks for sending this!

he’s definitely more someone who does things in the moment! he doesn’t really feel like he has any talents apart from, well, flowers and improvising - he’s very good at keeping conversations going, for example.

because of this it kind of stuck so even when he has the chance to plan something or prepare for something he’d rather just wait and see what happens, then react when the time comes

his past likely influenced this part of him as well, though i won’t go into that as it’s a bunch of spoiler territory :o

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